She Hides

Hannah held the two cups of her sports bra to her chest and looked around. The fun runners were around the bend and would be coming into full view in moments. The hedges formed a green wall on either side of the path and she couldn't see any breaks that would lead off the path to the open green spaces beyond.

"You've got to be kidding me." She spotted her opportunity, a thinner section of hedge she could **** her way through. The involuntary flasher fell to her knees and tried to shuffle through the gap, after only a moment she dropped to her hands and crawled through the brush. Her free breasts swayed side to side as she made her way through the brush to an open greenspace. The branches scraped at her shoulders and hips but didn't offer much resistance to the determined young woman. Seconds later the fun runners came into full view of where her top had failed her. She stayed low on the other side of the brush and waited patiently for her would be voyeurs to pass.

It was a slow group. Elderly fun runners. The trotted, they gossiped, they bitched about young people and things they didn't understand, and all the while they remained unaware of the woman laying motionless on the other side of the hedge. After reaching the grass Hannah had dropped to her belly and froze. She silently cursed her top and its flimsy clasp, only getting up and speaking above a whisper when the senior citizens had passed her by. "Fuck you." It was mostly directed to her clasp, but a part of the insult was self targetted. There were other, sturdier bras she could have purchased, but she wanted the one that made her look good.

Hannah tried for a moment to see just how the clasp had popped in the hopes that maybe it could be fixed. After pulling it up and bending down to try to get a better view she growled in frustration. A moment later the young woman sat topless in the grass and held the clasp up to her face. It was no good, the bit of plastic that held the two parts of her top together had snapped completely and flown off somewhere. She was left with two small blocks of plastic that had no way of attaching to one another.

There was motion in the distance. Hannah lowered her top to realize she had sat with her back to the hedge. The grassy field ahead of her was empty, but she could see the bobbing heads of other runners above the hedges on the far side. By hiding from the fun runners she had put herself on full display to anyone looking from the far path. Her reaction was quick. The bra went back on as she jumped to her feet. There were gaps in the hedges for people and city mowers to travel through. Her plan was to get back on a path, nonchalantly hold her top closed when passing others and hurry home.

Only the first part of her plan worked out they way she had hoped.

It didn't take long for Hannah to find a gap in the hedge, the fun runners had just passed it when she suffered her mishap. The paths were safe. Any other runners would be visible to her before being able to see her chest. She could react and plan accordingly to whatever came her way

"You can do this." She spoke aloud to herself. "You've got this. No problem. It's just some exposed titties, no big." She looked down to her naked chest. "Not big. Which sucks, I guess, but makes it easy to cover up." Her gaze lifted to the paths. "Ok, let's go."

At first she simply power walked with one hand holding her top closed. When she spotted a trio of of middle aged women she held her phone with both hands at the broken part of her top and pretended to type with her thumbs. They didn't seem to take notice of Hannah or the fact she was actually holding the stretchy fabric of her bra closed. She grew more confident in her plan and picked up the pace. The act worked again on another passerby; her confidence increased again.

Seeing everyone ahead of time gave the exposed young woman a feeling of control over her situation. She stopped holding her top closed and let her breasts hang free in the chilly morning air. When a jogger approached she returned to her act, then dropped it again when he passed. Hannah found her heartrate quicken despite only power walking. She grinned, bit her lip and looked around. There were other runners in the distance, but not many seemed like they would cross paths with her. With deep breaths she came to a stop and slid her broken sports bra from her shoulders.

A wide smile invaded her face and she spun with a laugh. The now topless woman had run in that park several times but this possibility had never occurred to her. The idea of being in a public park with her tits out got her engine revving. She ran her hands over her breasts and stopped to tease her nipples. After a quick groping of her own bits she continued to walk down the paths with a spring in her step and a bounce on her chest.

Hannah's plan to avoid detection still worked fine. Whenever she saw someone coming she ducked out of sight to slide her arms through the bra straps then stood up with her phone to her chest. After a few more successes she grew more daring and began to wait until the approaching stranger could almost see her before covering up.

In time, the edge of the park came into view. Only a few bends in the path and Hannah would once again stand on a city street. There was a single person left between her and the sidewalk, a man just starting his morning run in the park. She used her method once again and held her top closed while pretending to text, but her previous successes had made her bold. The moment the man had passed her she spun around and let the front sections of her top once again fall to the sides. He was oblivious to the flashing woman behind him, a fact that pushed her to remove her sports bra entirely. She played with her tits and blew kisses to his back until he had gone around a bend in the path. With a smile and a laugh she turned to finish her journey through the park.

Hannah froze like a deer in headlights, her eyes went wide as her stomach dropped. The muscular man before her had also frozen, his wheelchair nearly screeching to a stop as he stared slack jawed at her exposed breasts. A moment that lasted only seconds felt like an eternity for the two early risers. She panicked and rushed to try and replace her top. The man simply sat in his chair, head below the hedge line and out of view from other park goers, and stared at the young woman.

With the broken bra on Hannah brought her phone to her chest and tried in vain to use her previous method of pretending nothing was wrong. She locked her eyes to the ground in front of her and rushed past the man with beet red cheeks. He turned as best he could to watch her go. As she rounded the corner he looked forward, laughed and rolled on his way with an ear to ear grin.

Hannah wasn't so happy. She had gotten careless and let one of her little games get out of hand. The feelings of arousal and excitement she felt were drown in embarrassment. Her hands stayed on the clasp of her top for the rest of her walk, to her credit the phone trick still worked the few times she needed it before reaching her building. The ground floor was empty, only an elevator ride and a few steps separated her from home. As she approached the lift doors opened and a pair of middle aged men stepped out. Neither seemed to notice anything unusual about her as she waited for them to pass. Only a few minutes later her apartment closed the world off from her embarrassment.

"For fucks sake" She leaned against the closed door and tried to get a handle on her situation. A moment later her broken top ended up flying across her apartment to the bedroom.

Hannah sighed. "At least I still have you, gym pants." She looked down to her hips and ran her hand over her butt. The fabric was frayed in some places and stretched to transparency in others. She went wide eyed as she realized the damage was from crawling through the hedge and everyone who saw her back since had seen part of her ass. A moment later her pants and thong flew after her top.

The now naked young woman could hear a growl from her belly and began to walk from her door to her kitchen. "Let's just hope I don't screw this up like I did jogging."